Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘deny’

20101227

In tale on 20101227 at 15:33

《Flawed in the Eye of a Bumptious Camel》

In a land where the sun shone without reprieve, there once was a Camel so proud, that he would spit at the sight of another animal. For in his eyes, the others -they were all flawed.

A Little Bird, ever observant, came to rest on the head of the Camel. “Who are you spitting at today, dear Camel?”

The bumptious Camel responded with a huff, “Ha! Who does that Elephant think she is?” With a spit in the Elephant’s direction, he continued. “What a silly nose, it nearly hangs on the ground!”

The Little Bird smirked with wisdom unknown to the Camel, and responded, “Dear Camel, that long silly nose of the Elephant is quite a useful tool, don’t you see? She gathers water like a hose. And when no water there is, like a trumpet, she bellows!”

The bumptious Camel hesitated in concession but for a moment, turning next to the Lion. “Look at that scruff! Can’t a Lion tame his own mane?” And the Camel spit.

The Little Bird with a smirk, followed, “Dear Camel, that mangy mane not only makes it look kingly above all the other animals, but can you fancy it with a bob cut?”

The bumptious Camel could not disagree and chuckled at the thought of a better-groomed Lion.

But he quickly straightened his face and forced another spit, saying, “But what about the Giraffe? Such a long, gangling neck –what is a head doing so far from its feet?”

The Little Bird explained, “Dear Camel, when the rains visit no more, and food is scarce –only the Giraffe can reach those yet green leaves, so high up in the sky.”

Once more, the Camel scrambled to save the last of his all-knowing pride, and said, “The Rhino –what can be said of that sore-looking horn, smack in the middle of its mug!”

But the Little Bird was no shorter of words than she was of wisdom. “Dear Camel, that unsightly adornment of a horn might be nothing to look at, but it serves her well when intruders threaten with presence.”

Conceding at last, the Camel asked the Little Bird, “And what about you? What is your forte that feigns a flaw?”

The Little Bird asked, “Who me?” and with tilted head, paused in thought before responding, “Why… these scrawny legs of mine, I suppose. They aren’t much to look at, either -are they!”

The Camel timorously chuckled in agreement.

“But, when I fly…” the Little Bird expounded, “… ’tis as if I fly without the weight of any legs, -free to soar where’er the wind dares me!”

And with these words, the Little Bird set out for a spin, spreading her wings and tucking those scrawny legs right out of sight. This talent pleased the Camel, causing him to look down at his own not-so-scrawny legs.

But before the Camel could sputter a word, the Little Bird interjected, “Oh Camel, your legs are just fine, strong as the quadruped that you are! Your forte feigning flaw is not your knock knees, but only what you yourself cannot see.”

The Little Bird landed once again on the Camel’s forehead, this time facing backwards, her own tail dangling just in view of the Camel’s eyes.

At this, the Camel was instantly flummoxed, but equally intrigued.

With eyebrows now disheveled, he goaded the Little Bird, “Alright, Legs. Enough with empty accusations; Enlighten me, if you think you may!”

The Little Bird peered backwards over the Camel and said, “Have you ever wondered why you cannot roll around and scratch your back on the grasses of these barren plains, like the other quadrupeds?”

The Camel was dumbstruck, for the Little Bird had spoken the truth –though he had never paused to reason why.

“Look at this back of yours, Camel. It’s got a big bump on it, like you’ve been stuffed with a pillow!” The Little Bird bounced up and down on the noticeable bump.

The Camel spit in denial, then dropped his jaw with waning disbelief. He craned his neck to the side in search, as he realized that he’d never ever even seen this so-called bump. And he found his neck to be just long enough to catch a glimpse of what was indeed a most un-smooth bump. The Camel’s eyebrows settled into a heap of newfound shame.

The Little Bird flew up to this bump and said, “Dear Camel –this bump of a hump of yours, this flaw –is your forte.”

The Camel perked up a bit with hope enough to relieve his mounting shame. “Do enlighten me, Little Bird!”

“This hump of yours explains why you alone can brave the desert sands, without hint of oasis, for days on end. This bulky bump of a hump is but a reservoir, with water enough to endure time itself in light of the blazing sun!”

And this time, the Camel smiled a –no longer bumptious– smile and said, “Hey, Legs- so wise are you! Now, I see… the only flaw of mine, was in the sight of my eyes!”

20101117

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20101117 at 10:18

Short words are always long on feeling.

The art of accepting a compliment is humble denial.

A fool lavishes flattery, the wise bestow compliments.

One’s words are like stones, to be thrown at another or used to build another up.

One’s energy blows like the wind, destructively against a wall or constructively against a windmill.

A windmill rolls with the wind, not against it, and so exploits false opposition to gain true momentum.

Only with friction, does anything gain traction.

《on walls》
May any border, any wall constructed, be made with deliberation and great skill, such that when at last we soften to the wisdom of history and realize the foolishness that is cemented with each mortaring of every brick, we may retain and also preserve a symbol of foolishness overcome, to remind us that a wall should not divide two peoples, but span the divide -so as to join them.

20100320

In aphorism, proverb on 20100320 at 03:01

A door is a wall until you open it.

Naiveté is the denial of a reality that cynicism exaggerates.

20100305

In aphorism, proverb on 20100305 at 23:24

Only the fool are offended by a fool.

A fool manifests shame through denial, the wise through apology.

20100204

In poetry, rumination on 20100204 at 12:26

《the ostrich》
You of fools,
Who deny the truth
Think it negates the truth…
Only and ever, a fool, to confirm.

20090923

In aphorism, proverb on 20090923 at 13:15

The right judge and condemn with self-righteous rule, modern-day Pharisees, unable to see their wrong.

Denial and refutal of the truth are but one, only to the fool.

20090922

In aphorism, proverb on 20090922 at 17:16

Practice peace over petty prejudice.

The strong personality is thought so, only by the weaker; the weak, only by the stronger.

What truth is shunned not by oblivion?

Who, in defense of of himself, denies the truth by defending the fool, is so too a fool.

20090829

In aphorism, proverb on 20090829 at 00:37

The wise expect the worst and purpose the best; the fool deny the worst and profess the best.

Spare the tear for what is dear and share freely the smile for all worthwhile.

The fool is quick to judge; the wise quick to forgive.

20090518

In aphorism, proverb on 20090518 at 09:01

Oppression of a right is simply the acknowledgment of its very existence, coupled with the denial of that acknowledgment and a contentedness with that denial.

Recipes are edible gold.

No blood is shed when the brain is washed, but neither does the blood flow that giveth forth life.

Maintain control through peaceful cooperation; seize it not by pernicious coercion.

Creativity is simply the manifestation of another idea via inspiration.

20090419

In rumination on 20090419 at 12:29

[on self-repression and morality]

Self-repression is not morality; it is a fear-based excuse to live under the denial of the expanse of emotions and opportunities that is gifted unto humanity. Self-repression is a lack of awareness, a lack of consciousness, and furthermore a lack of appreciation for what we have been given. It is often exercised in the [vain] name of a higher being/order/power. Its false front of morality is usually under the guise of intolerance for another’s audacity to experience life.